burn baby burn

A week or so ago, I received this text message from my good friend and private brain care specialist Tim.

To anyone that has met Tim, this will not seem an unusual request in the slightest.

I did attempt to extract more information, but all I could get from him was that it would be in west Wales, and there would be someone dressed as a policeman in the cock. It is still unclear whether this is some kind of art thing (when not busy falling of motorbikes and breaking his legs, Tim studies photography), or merely a leisure pursuit.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.